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Sun Oct 17, 2004 7:54 pm
I was dating a girl for around a year, and I called to come over, and she said "no my parents said they don't want any company at the house tonight."ok, sure, thats cool.so I was in my astro van (thats what I drove in HS) and I drove by her house, and this guy's camaro was in her driveway. Ok, well I had heard rumors about this guy and her hanging out the week before when I had been on vacation. hanging out like, a lot. In her house, the back room is behind the kitchen, and no one ever uses it for anything, so its where she and I would go to.... be alone, if you know...And so of course I stop and pull in, like "wtf?" and she came out the side door (out of the back room) and I just ****ing blew up, turned around, jumped in, and flew back down the curvy *** road going like 90 in that ****ty van. How I did not wreck it is a mystery to all but god, to this very day.
Well, we reconciled, she promised they had just been hanging out, her parents were there and all, so we got back together. And then her mom walked in on me going down on her, and I left for college (she was still in hs) and we were like "oh we won't break up love forever blah kissy crap" and then one day she told me she had been dating this other guy and she kissed him and didn't love me anymore. And stupid me, I did the same thing, only in my equally ****ty 96 escort, and I got pulled over doing 88 in a 35, the cop thought I was on drugs, I totally freaked out and like collpased, my body was convulsing, I blacked out, I ended up in the hospital overnight for severe anxiety stress or some ****.
I never felt the same after that night...when I was at the hospital the next morning, they asked me who to call to come pick me up...there was no one. I realized I wasn't close enough friends with anyone at my college (far from my house) that I knew their number and could call to come pick me up from the hospital. They gave me a ride home in the ambulance, and I felt so empty and worthless.
But that first time was probably the angriest I've ever been, and that second time was probably the most distraught.